Storm Dojo, somewhere in the inner courtyard. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Yes, are you leaving?"

An elder said as he looked at the person standing in front of him.

"I'm leaving, my hard work in the past three years is for everything to start today."

Standing in front of the elder, Light String said in a resolute tone.

"You are a very important person to the Wind Dojo, except for that person, you are the only one who has mastered the Wind Resisting Sword Technique, although you don't want to, but you insist on leaving, make such a decision, I and the other elders will not keep you, just leave quietly."

The old man closed his eyes and listened to his breathing steadily, but in fact he was disorganized, and Light String didn't know what he was thinking, but it didn't matter.

In this wooden house, only the breathing sound of the two people remained, and the light strings licked their lips, and they wanted to say goodbye several times, but they were suffocated by their own heartbeat.

"Leave, I know you don't want to say that......"

After a long time, the elder opened his eyes and looked at the light string with a slightly sad face and said.

The light string bowed deeply and turned around, leaving the elder with a resolute back.

If it was usual, Light String would have helped him close the wooden door, but now he didn't want to turn back, was he afraid that the tears would be seen by him?

…………

He was kept here when he was a child, and now he has lived for nearly ten years, from being determined to have no potential at the beginning, and now he has become the second disciple who can control the sword art of the wind.

But this power is far from enough to defeat and kill that man.

Go back to your room, make the bed and put it aside, and pack up your belongings.

But what really needed to be packed was nothing more than a sword and a little dry food coiled, and nothing else.

Put the black feather sword into the leather scabbard and hang it on your waist, but after thinking about it, you will not always imitate him, defeat him in your own way, not imitate the same moves as him, don't maintain the same habits as him.

Only a few elders in the dojo knew about his departure, and it was just the afternoon when the sound of bamboo swords sounded in the inner courtyard, avoiding the inner courtyard and leaving through another exit.

Those who have not been satisfied with their own light cover will surely be happy that they are gone.

After the enemy retreated, the year after Yasuo fled, that is, three years ago, Naji came to the Wind Dojo, and he was a low-level disciple who had just emerged.

In just three months after she arrived, she had comprehended the sword technique of resisting the wind, and had become the best among the senior disciples, and she was proud that I had surpassed her so easily.

She never gave up, and if she knew that she was leaving, she would definitely follow in her footsteps and defeat herself, so her defeat was deliberate......

Light String passed by the foot of the mountain where he and his classmates had chased Yasuo, followed them himself, and then saw them torn to pieces by the wind.

I really want to know why he didn't kill himself in the first place, and when the senior brothers behind him came, he didn't kill himself, but blew himself away with a strong wind.

Or is he regretting it?

After escaping from Yasuo, he became the enemy of all of Ionia, and he was on the run, and his pursuers never stopped seeking justice and bounty.

When will it end?

His death is the time of the end.

For five years, countless people died by his sword, and they were not heard from.

"What it tastes like to wander, isn't it, Yasuo?"

Looking at this place where there are no traces for a long time, there is nothing but memories and souls buried under the land.

"If you can, why can't I?"

As she spoke, her body erupted in a gust of wind-blown sand and gravel.

"Another hurricane, will blow away the last one, die, Yasuo!"

The afternoon sun shone golden on the handsome face of the light string, and the corners of the green shirt stirred with the cyan wind gushing out of the body.

A cold smile hung on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were resolute and firm.

The darkness of the shadow of the mountain stone covered the green robe, the black feather sword was hidden in the leather sheath, the green wind under his feet blew away the filth and dirt, and the young swordsman turned his back to the famous Ionian dojo.

The story of chopping the wind begins here.

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More than ten days later, the light string came to the periphery of Daqing Mountain, which was already very far away from there, because it was very small and was sent to the Wind Dojo, and he didn't know anything about anything outside the Wind Dojo, the Wind Dojo was located behind Daqing Mountain, and after the Wind Dojo was no man's land.

From here, to the end of the no-man's land, Light String has stepped into the world to this mountain village.

Obviously, the arrival of the light string brought curiosity to the villagers of this border mountain village, and everyone's eyes were focused on this handsome swordsman.

Dressed in a green shirt, carrying a long sword, with a ponytail combed behind his head, his eyes were still a little confused.

Light String also looked them left and right, these people looked a little old-fashioned, but he didn't know if it was poverty.

The houses around were in the Ionian style, and each house had a small courtyard fenced with sticks and planks, and in the yard there were many creatures that the light strings did not recognize, and they were quackling, and they were dirty, because they smelled bad from afar.

Qingxian, who had walked for more than ten days, was a little tired, and his stomach was a little hungry after eating dry food three days ago, he thought that it should be enough to bring so many rice balls, but he didn't expect to eat so quickly.

Light String made eye contact with every strange gaze, as if to find answers in the strangeness, and everyone seemed to ask him a lot of questions.

"Excuse me, who is Your Excellency?"

An old man appeared in front of the light string and asked aloud.

Finally someone spoke, phew.

"Uh, that, I'm a gale, uh no, I'm a sword, a swordsman."

The first time I talked to someone outside the dojo made Qingxian feel a little nervous.

The old man thought for a while and said, "Your Excellency is a disciple of the Wind Dojo, no wonder you are so handsome, and you are the village chief of this poor mountain village."

"You, hello, elder, but, but I'm not a high-level disciple of the Blast, Blast, Wind Dojo, you are sure, you must have made a mistake."

The village chief looked at the light string and smiled and said, "That would be my mistake, young man."

This time the light strings stopped swaying their head and tail from side to side.

The surrounding villagers couldn't help but cover their mouths and snicker when they saw Light String's embarrassment, and the swordsman blushed when he saw them.

"Your Excellency must have come here from over there to eat and sleep in the open, presumably hungry, it is better to condescend to the cold house, and do your best to fulfill the friendship of the landlord."

Hearing the sound of the light string's stomach growling, the village chief smiled and invited.

"Uh, then, well, it's hard to ......"

As soon as Light String wanted to refuse, he was stopped by the feeling of fasting, and instead blushed and nodded.

He followed the village chief to a courtyard that looked more presentable than the other houses, and looked back to see that the children who had been hiding all the way were still behind him.

"Hehe, the young heroes don't need to pay attention, they will go to other places to have fun when the time comes."

The village chief saw the children and said to the light strings.

"No, it's okay, it's cute."

Light Strings smiled and said it didn't matter.

"Ahem, ahem...... Father, are you back? ”

At this moment, a weak female voice sounded in the courtyard.